I don't know who I am, I don't know what I am, but above all I don't know what or who the voices are. I am in some sort of device, it is larger than I am, with a transparent surface etched in strange unreadable glyphs. I don't know where I am but I know where I was, I was in a laboratory under the vast mountains of a place called Terra- wherever or whatever Terra is. I only knew it was a laboratory as the men and women who called themselves scientists mentioned it in passing when they were near me they also referred to what I am sequestered in as a gestation capsule.

The language in which I think and can mostly likely speak, I know it to be Low Gothic, teaching machines built into my gestation capsule taught it to me as well as other rudimentary things. That was until it happened. I was taken from the laboratory with an eruption of bright flashes of light and un-light, accompanied by shouted oaths, as well as an oppressive shimmering haze of gold. I saw many figures I had never seen before, a herculean giant glad in dark armour with a burnished eye built into his chest plate. After the giant moved on, just before I was taken I remembered armoured warriors clad in grey.

Now I am travelling through some place that doesn't make sense, it seems to be everything and nothing all at the same time. My eyes are assaulted by a borealis of colours, visions of madness and abominable creatures without form or function, most disturbingly are the waves of energy which hit the transparent surface of my gestation capsule explode and coalesce into similar faces I saw in the laboratory. When I think I might go insane I think back to the only stability I have ever known.

I think back to the laboratory, to the place I was born, I think to my father a man the scientists called the Emperor, he visited my own and my brother's gestation capsules often, he watched us grow. I don't know how long I was there or how long I was able to understand what was going on around me but these thoughts I cling to these thoughts as I have been in this other place for some time as I have grown far larger in my time away from Terra. The voices came to be unbidden, most I cannot fully hear or understand, but there is one who speaks to me but I block it out for I am sure it will want to control my mind.

We are not controlling, we only wish to set you free, the anathema wishes to control.

I squint my eyes closed tight as the voice speaks again, I try with all my might to ignore it but it has been speaking to me since I was taken.

Taken. No, no, no, we did not take you. Not taken at all, we did not steal you like some thief, we claimed you as you are one of us.

I ignore the voice, I will not respond to it, I keep thinking to the laboratory, to the figure that visited me, he was a figure lost in gold light. The man wore golden armour, my father. I know that I was not the only one, the Emperor spoke to us all without his lips moving. I know I have twenty brothers for he told us, I don't know if any of my other brothers heard but I did I remember, I cling to thoughts of my father.

The anathema is not your father, you have four parents they are the Pantheon and they are so very proud, it is the Pantheon who are responsible for the powers that created you and your brothers.

There is an immense building of pressure in my skull as the voice pervades my consciousness, if I have four parents then perhaps I am being taken to them.

No you are not. Your parents have great plans for you, you are being taken to a place where you will grow strong ready to claim the galaxy for the Pantheon, a world prepared where you will feel the touch of our kind early on.

I will ignore the voice, I will ignore it for I am not one of them I am not a child of the Pantheon, I am a child of the Emperor I am like the scientists on Terra.

You are not like them at all you are like us like our kind.

I bunch up my fists into balls and look to them, they are like those of the Emperor, like those of the scientists in the laboratory on Terra. 'If I am not like them why do my hands look like theirs?'

You were cast and born in the image of the anathema but the Pantheon are your true parents they gave the power to bring you into being.

I think back to Terra to my father and the teaching machines speaking of the unification of the planet and the plans to reclaim the galaxy in the name of Mankind, the tutelary machines spoke of a Great Crusade and it was this epic undertaking me and my brothers were created to accomplish.

No, no, no you and your brothers are to free humanity from the grasp of the anathema.

'Why do you call my father the anathema?'

The anathema is not your father.

'Answer the question.' I demand through gritted teeth.

For he is anathema to our kind to the realm you are not travelling in. This Great Crusade will not only condemn humanity to a slow death it will also destroy our realm, what the anathema creates in his empire he will call the Imperium he will destroy our realm.

'What realm is this?' I ask, looking out to the place I am travelling through.

It has many names the immaterium, the aether, the Sea of Souls, the warp. Your brother Lorgar will call it the place where Gods and Mortals meet. Your brother Magnus will call it the Primordial Creator, even after we take his eye. The Anathema will propagate our realm as merely an unstable alternative dimension in which his stars ships travel faster than light. But it is so much more than that it is the realm of Gods, it is the realm of the one true constant, that constant is Chaos.

It is the alpha and omega, it is heaven and hell. It is the truth universal truth that everything in the galaxy happens by the will of the Gods, by the will of the Pantheon, by the will of your parents. You and your brothers are demi-gods and are destined to bring the truth to mankind and free humanity before the anathema destroys humanity and takes the realm of chaos with it.

'The anathema is gearing up to bring humanity to its knees and destroy it?'

Yes, yes the anathema is going to bring the end to your species.

'For what purpose?'

To bring about his own apotheosis to make himself into a God to steal his way into the realm of Chaos so that he can claim himself equal to the true Pantheon of the Gods.

'The anathema is going to destroy the realm of Chaos the home of the Gods?'

Yes, yes the anathema is planning to destroy our realm.

'Then how can he become a God if he destroys the realm he would have to live?'

For the first time I hear a pause a hint of hesitation in the insidious presence.

'You are a creature of lies and deceit. If your Gods gave my father the power to create me it can only be to bring about destruction. It makes perfect sense, to kill a God you will require the power of a God.'

No one can defeat the Gods, the anathema thinks he can, he came to us through a portal on a world called Molech he bartered for the power to create you and your brothers. That price was to bring mankind into the fold of Chaos as is its manifest destiny but he reneged on the deal. The anathema tried to keep you for himself but we have claimed what it ours.

'I am not yours I am my father's son. I am his to command and not yours and certainly not your Gods. I will bring about the destruction of your realm in the name of my I swear I will. In the name of my father I will never turn from him.'

Perhaps you will. Perhaps you won't. But many of your brothers will turn upon the anathema and turn upon you if you don't join them. To defy them will be to defy the will of the Gods and the Gods are eternal they cannot be defeated, your brothers will champion our cause they will kill the anathema and free humanity. All it would take is for you to join them and your rewards will be great, free humanity and join…

The voice is drowned out by a tremendous sound I can only hear in my head, followed by the screaming of the voice who had been talking to me. My world erupts into golden light the same golden light that surrounded my father on Terra I am warmed by it I am galvanised by it. Then I am torn from the so called realm of Chaos and now there is stark white light and multi-coloured lightning. Then I am hurled into the blackness of space, there are millions of starts, my capsule is surrounded by the same golden light and I hurtle in my capsule past smashed machinery, I chicane past worlds and through shattered void battlefields, I then approach a vast green world. Perhaps this is Terra, perhaps my father has stolen be back from the Pantheon.

What I know to be weapons fire lashes towards my gestation capsule but I am hurtling to fast for it to his, suddenly I am amongst a ramshackle fleet of ships, then my capsule destroys the largest vessel of the fleet but I am unharmed even though I am surrounded by explosions and detonations but the golden light keeps me safe from harm. My capsule hits the planet's atmosphere, my vision is stolen for a moment then I am in the planet's atmosphere, I see monumental cities surrounded by forests, plains. As I hurtle towards the ground I see the cities clearer, I see the largest one some of its walls are on fire and I see green figures assaulting its walls. Even from this distance I feel hatred for these things, if this is Terra I will kill these things, if these represent the Gods I will strike at them in the name of the father.

My capsule makes planetfall in the jungles not far from the largest cities walls, every single bone in my body is jarred, every muscle is torn, the pain I feel is immense, but somehow my capsule is intact but in a very deep crater. I know that my coming to this world will attract attention I have to be ready in case those green things come for me. I smash the glyph covered glass after several punches with my fists, I jump out of my capsule and for the first time I am assaulted by an array of things. I smell the world around me for the first time, for the first time I smell something that does not have the chemical tang of life preserving amniotic fluid. I smell the scorching heat of the capsule, the burning of wood caused by the impact, the earthy smell of the soil I stand on and the smell of the trees and blossoming flowers around me. I feel the wind against my naked body, I close my eyes to fully feel the sensation but I am brought out of the sensation by brutish animal calls and the sound of snorting.

I hear movement at the lip of the crater, I open my eyes and look up to the craters edge, I see dozens of brutish looking green figures, they look more like animals than anything else, but they are big, some bigger than me. For a moment we all share a surreal moment of silence, but it is not a willing silence I am just judging the distance between me and them and waiting for the right time to strike. Whether they are servants of Chaos or not I don't care for I feel a hatred of these things the moment I clap my eyes on them proper. I feel an urge to murder them that is upon me at a cellular level, I know if I do not strike first they will be upon me in seconds.

With a roar of utter hatred I hurl myself at them, for the first hundred or so feet the green things do not move, they seem astonished that a naked unarmed thing is charging them. Some look to each other, some snort or laugh that is until I reach their ragged lines at the crest of the crater. I leap at the closest greenskin thing and land upon it.

I grip its armour with both hands and head-butt it in its ugly face then I leap back forcing the greenskin to roll into the crater with me. But still the remaining greenskins do nothing but laugh at their kin's predicament, that is until I take its melee weapon and cut its head off. With a roar of anger I hurl the severed head at the greenskins, they respond in kind by shouting things I can't understand and charge into the crater, firing at me with some kind of weapon. I see the same weapon in the greenskins dead hands I snatch it up and just before they are upon me I figure out how it works. With cudgel and firearm in my hands I charged the greenskins, the fight is an utter blur.

I kill dozens but more pour over the lip of the crater every second then the ground shakes and colossal weapons fire destroys everything above the crater, the greenskins flee and I give chase. I run through the weapons fire and spring after the greenskins killing them as they try to escape into the jungle. I chase them into the jungle and cut the last of them down.

I pause in the jungle, I feel behind me back the way I came that the vibrations are getting worse, I feel the unleashing of ordnance and the greenskin war cries. Joining them I hear different voices, distinctly similar to those I heard on Terra in the laboratory. They must be taking the fight to the greenskins, if they are I will help them. I sprint back for the crater as I emerge back into the clearing, there is a battle happening, giant machines are doing battle, as well as figures in armour killing greenskins by the hundred.

I hurl myself into the battle, killing the green things with wanton abandon, the more I kill the more they hurl themselves at me, I know I am becoming a loadstone for their fury. Just as well for the more I distract from the field the less the armoured figures and giants have to kill. The firearm I was using no longer works, I ditch it and wield a spear instead, I kill the green things in droves but still more come on. Suddenly the armoured figures hit the greenskin lines from the rear of the formation, I realise that they are fighting towards me.

I roar and scream in anger and bloodlust as I slaughter these brutish animals. A tremendous roar stills the battle and erupting from the greenskins is a colossal figure easily twice my size. It has actually killed many of its kin to get to me. Not only is this thing far larger than me it is heavily armoured, it will be a deadly adversary, well that is if I intend to fight fair. With all my might I throw my spear at its head, the spear sticks fast with an eruption of stinking blood, the larger greenskin snaps at the spear and I take advantage of its distraction.

I spring into action vaulting onto its shoulders I hack at it with my remaining weapon I roar in anger and I am bathed in its foul smelling blood, I feel its neck loosen, I throw away my weapon and take a hold of its skull. I grip with all my might and heave, I heave until its head gives way and its body collapses. I grip the things spine and use its head as a weapon, I smash the smaller green skins to pieces with their leaders head.

The green things quake in the wake of my wrath but so do the armoured figures, my blood is up, I surge after the green things, but before I do I catch a lighter armoured figure, he has the look of a leader about him. I raise my weapon in what I hope is a gesture of respect, before the figure begins shouting to its companions. I turn around to the enemy and begin to slake my thirst in killing the green things.

I kill and kill and kill, I lose track of how many of them I have slaughtered, I don't know how long I have been fighting the green things but now I am standing alone in the jungle surrounded by hundreds of foul smelling green corpses, behind me is a trail of destruction. With no enemies to fight I have time to think, I make to head for the city I saw from my capsule but the words of the thing from the warp come to me unbidden.

Your parents have great plans for you, you are being taken to a place where you will grow strong ready to claim the galaxy for the Pantheon, a world prepared where you will feel the touch of our kind early on.

Have I been taken to a world of chaos, if that is so then who truly represent chaos, the green things, the armoured figures, both or neither? I don't now but until I do I will murder the green things for the hatred I have of them burns bright, the need to shed their blood is brighter still, with a roar I surge further into the jungle I will slaughter any green thing I find.